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oven
Head head head in the oven
Puffed right up like mothers roughened muffin
Laid in the wooden pigs blanket
Sat and held by gods mother
an idled patient waiting on death
Laying for no reason
Is it life’s treason with the party of death?
The feeling neath hell
Bailed by the heat that came from depressions fleet of solutions
i am free i am free
i can be me
Puffed right up like mothers roughened muffin
Laid in the wooden pigs blanket
Sat and held by gods mother
an idled patient waiting on death
Laying for no reason
Is it life’s treason with the party of death?
The feeling neath hell
Bailed by the heat that came from depressions fleet of solutions
i am free i am free
i can be me
Published 19th Jan 2017
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